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... matter. We walked into the small town pear he's on the hill will streets going down to the river and harbour. Pretty churches and loads of jewellers. One small chapel was hosting a funeral. On the way back we got caught up in the tail end of the procession there were so many people the chapel could have been three times the size and not fitted them in. Site sold oranges for €0.30 per kilo (about ...
I am not sure if Paul and I are lazy and un adventurous or if we are just relaxed and easy to please. Fact is, we are still in Silves. Defeats the point of going to travel a bit, but why mess with existing happiness?
We celebrated Paul's birthday by going for a 18 km bike ride and picnic in the hills. In the evening we went to a restaurant that recently opened by one of the finalists of the Master chef Portugal. We were the only ones in ...
... beach and a loll in the sun. Meet up with the Hensman's but bike battery fails up the very steep return hill. Lovely and warm in the sun though. Sue's cooking tonight so a treat not to have to cook or wash up and clean sheets at the end of it all. Can't really get much ...
... home stuck fast behind us, all we could do was to wait for the rain to stop. Afterwards the very apologetic Spanish owner who hadn't shut the gate to the camp site (the idiot) informed us that a tractor was on its way. Pedro and son bounced through the gates on a chunky blue tractor, very amused by the lopsided motor homes and us drinking tea from our PG tip mugs. And after the usual Spanglish banter; they hitched us up and freed both motor homes from the ...
... and have had no problems yet. It is comforting to have things from those who love me as I make my home abroad.
My friend Nabila gave me a small perfume that I have been wearing constantly. Sometimes the smallest things are the most precious and you don’t realize it until that’s all you have. Yet the possessions I left in San Francisco seem so insignificant to my life now. The things I carry with me ...